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I get two fucking channels on my radio, now sans cd player, well, I have a cd player, but it’s external now, and my remote doesn’t work to pause it, which is critical, cuz in my line of work, you know, a moment’s notice might be too much so I gotta cut it as close to that as possible, but anyway, due to these factors, I’m listening more to the radio, but in the area where we are due to valley and hill issues, as mentioned, I get two channels, and they are krater 96 and extreme 104.3, actually that one might have a different name now, and I only get those cuz the tower is like right down the goddamm motherfukin street. There, now if you get all Sherlock you might be able to find me and get an autograph. But please, one thing, not while I’m eating, aight?

Um, quick question, haven’t modern musicians figured out yet that having p-diddy spit 16 bars on your quote unquote hit single is not a good call? Hmmm. Maybe I’m the one in la la land cuz that piece of shit’s on the radio.

Ah, yes, ludacris’s roll out. Haven’t heard this one before. Jesus fucking Christ. Someday, I will be on the radio and play shit that people don’t have the word to every goddamm beat memorized. But maybe that’s what people want. My dj buddy was telling me that the gigs he gets, it’s pathetic, all people want to hear is the same ol shit, people don’t want change, they don’t want to hear new shit, they want to get down and boogie and get drunk at the Christmas party and hear “it takes two” for the 85 hundredth time while Ed from accounting grinds his crank all over her bent over shaking ass. Or something like that.

A lot of media outlets are making a big deal out of this year’s si swimsuit ish but I kind of admire sports illustrated for saying fuck it and just going strait up porn style. God bless America. I mean who the fuck is anyone kidding? It’s a once a year tittie and ass fest to sell mad magz and milk cashola out of the ready and waiting pockets of the global corporate whore cartel. I for one can only stand back and admire the process.

Speaking of corporate whores, however, marvel’s taking it a little too far with the shabby, no, shabby’s too kind of a word, with the way they’re basically fucking in the ass, no Vaseline style, one of comicdom’s most cherished artists, Dave Cockrum. Read all about it here. Dave created Nightcrawler before even coming to marvel, and had a hand in creating other x-men like colossus, storm, and a few others, was the artist on such seminal works as Uncanny #94 and Giant Sized #1 (the debut of the new x-men), was basically the man who visually defined the x-men as they are known today, carrying the title, along with writer Chris Claremont, from lagging sales to the flagship cash cow that it remains to this day. However, due to bad timing in copyright laws or some shit like that, he doesn’t see a goddamm penny of royalties on all the phat cash currently being milked from the galactic teet vis a vis especially the wildly successful x-men movies, as well as comics, toys, cartoons, all that shit. and he’s sick as fuck in a fucked up veteran’s hospital with marvel’s cutthroat lawyers tearing him to shreds whenever he tries to appeal these draconian laws for a few scraps of fundage to pay his medical costs. Read all about it here.

Fuck marvel comics. They should be ashamed of themselves. And I’m a fukn stockholder, believe it or not. Bleh. Anyhoo, have a good one, try to stick it to the man, peace out.